This time, I want it.
Thorne bends down to kiss me again, his mouth opening, fingers sliding down my body. He’s reaching beneath the green sweater, tracing the skin on my inner thigh. My heart jolts. I’m still not wearing any panties. He must be able to feel my arousal, warm and sticky on my legs.
“Fuck,” he groans against my lips. “You’re all wet.”
I nod, panting as his fingers move further up my leg.
“Is this all for me?”
I nod again.
“Use your words, princess.”
I swallow hard. “Yes…it’s for you.”
“Good girl.”
I want to warn him about my lack of underwear, but Thorne’s massive hand has already reached my folds. When he touches my bare skin, his eyes snap to mine with realization.
“I…I didn’t have a change of underwear.”
Thorne closes his eyes for a moment, like he’s praying for strength.
“You’re telling me you’ve been walking around without panties all morning?”
“Yeah…but only because I didn’t have?—”
I cut off with a gasp as Thorne thrusts two thick fingers inside me. My head drops back against the table, stars bursting behind my eyes as I squeeze them shut. He doesn’t give me a chance to breathe. He pumps me hard, thumbing my clit, hooking his fingers inside my aching core. I dig my nails into the tabletop, legs trembling as Thorne forces me to take it.
“Look at me.”
I shiver at his deep voice, but my eyes stay shut.
“Look. At. Me.”
Thorne punctuates each word with a pump of his fingers, and a shuddery moan escapes my lips as I meet his gaze. It’s not easy, holding eye contact as he pleasures me like this. The intensity burns me, like I’m staring into a bright light. But when I start to turn my head, Thorne’s left hand reaches for my jaw, gripping it tight between his thumb and ring finger. Forcing me to look at him.
“That’s it, princess. Just keep those pretty eyes on me.”
I do as he says, heat coiling between my legs. Thorne is working me to the edge, his fingers fucking me mercilessly. With every thrust, his thumb brushes hard against my clit, making me keen for him.
“Oh!”
I come hard, gushing all over Thorne’s invading fingers. My vision blurs, and when I come to, I see Thorne slide them out of me.
“You look so fucking pretty when you come,” he growls, bringing his fingers to his mouth. I watch as he sucks each one dry, eyes flashing. “Fuck, you taste good. Come here.”
Thorne grabs my hips, sliding me down to the edge of the table.
“What are you doing?” I ask breathlessly.
“I need another taste, princess.”
He pushes my thighs apart, leaving me exposed to his feral gaze. Nobody has ever seen me like this before. I feel like a raw nerve—completely vulnerable—heart thudding as Thorne lowers his face between my thighs.
“You’re so perfect,” he mutters, his breath hot against me. I’m squirming for him, shifting restlessly. I can feel the roughness of his beard soaking up my arousal. Then I feel something warm and firm push against my clit.
Oh God.
